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    When Hope is lLost

     

    When she didn’t awaken one early summer morning, he knew that she had left him and now he was on his own. He grabbed his backpack with his valuable papers in it along with his few possessions and moved on. Being small for his age because of his cerebral palsy, he was able to remain invisible to most people. He traveled down the streets observing life as he went. He had learned to listen to his intuition and move about his world in his own way.

     

    He had been on the streets for a few months when on that fateful day he saw Travis, the neighborhood klutz and hoodlum push the beautiful lady down and steal her bag. He knew intuitively that he needed to step in and stop him. So, he did. Fortunately they were standing by a fruit stand and he saw the melon sitting so close to him, so he picked it up and rolled it in Travis’ direction.

     

    Luckily, he aimed right and it knocked Travis off of his feet and as the bag flew through the air, he caught it and then hid under the fruit racks until he saw Travis run by. When he felt it was safe, he came out from under it and walked over to the lady who he thought owned the bag.

     

    As he moved awkwardly over in her direction, he noticed that she was sobbing and his heart went out to her. Ozzie carefully walked over and wrapped his arms around her while talking quietly in her ear. “It okay, I here for you… I will take care a you. I have you now, you safe.” He said to the woman who was beside herself with grief. Her strong release was the result of so much sadness from so many recent moments in her life.

     

    When she finally realized that she was being given a hug she looked up into the most beautiful set of blue-green eyes with centers of gold filled with love for her. His face was as beautiful as his smile and his skin color was a little darker than hers. He wasn’t very tall and was quite skinny. She also noticed that he spoke quite hesitantly and moved awkwardly. Her heart opened up for him in that moment because of his concern for her.

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    1. bumsue – so nice to see a story written by you. You’ve been such a great supporter of many authors on this site (myself included) that I am happy that you are now getting the encouragement to write. Please continue with what I know will be a wonderful heartfelt story.

    2. What a great chapter bumsue.So different from the first.Loving this different take on Bettes new life in New York and her meeting Ozzie.So looking forward to your next update and where this story takes us.Glad you took that step to write a story for us to read and for the encouragement that others gave you to do so :)

    3. And there’s the kindness that Bette needed. I do hope Bette is allowed to be a foster parent to Ozzie. He deserves a home and Bette deserves the chance to repay the kindness she’s received. Thanks for the post. :)

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